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monsterfucking meme

Monsters come in all shapes and sizes. Some more humanoid than others. But even the ones that are furthest from human shape deserve love, right? They can be sexy too, in their own way.
Post your character. Note their monstrous traits (monster AUs more than welcome!) Reply to others. Get busy.
I'm not here to police how monstrous is monstrous enough, everybody just be chill and have fun.

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and now, after so many years alone, she's finally found a way to do it.
and so she's called for him, a siren song for his ears only. i miss you, koutarou suga, and i want to see you, koutarou suga, and i love you, i love you, i love you, koutarou suga. maybe it strikes him as odd, how easily her voice reaches him - not in the museum basement he can see "her" in, but in his bedroom, in his work, in his day to day life. constant little reassurances. i am here. i love you. i will be waiting.
enough reminiscing. here, now, amidst the boxes of the museum basement, her "hand" strokes his cheek. fingers that don't feel quite like fingers; skin that doesn't feel quite like skin. ]
I always want to see you. [ not even a hint of guile. perhaps lying is a foreign concept to her. ] Are you happy to see me?
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So he believes that this is safe, even if his skin feels strange underneath her touch.]
I am. You're always very kind to me.
[And whatever reservations he may have, the butterflies in his stomach when she speaks aren't all bad.]
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Ah, I'm glad! I'm so glad to hear it...
[ she embraces him for a moment, her head fitting over his shoulder and one leg just past his. out of eyesight like this, they barely feel different from her hands - differently sized, and little else.
she pulls back, and she looks mostly human once more. ]
I have a special surprise for you, Koutarou Suga. [ she says it proudly. the way a child shows their parent a drawing, or perhaps the way the parent announces they'll put it on the fridge. perhaps both. ] I've been working for a very long time on it. Will you come see?
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Of course. I'd love to see it.
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It's over here! Come on, Koutarou Suga, let's go see it.
[ she finally lets go, walking to lead the way. it's not very far - in fact, it's a closet he should know well enough by now from working here. a closet only he has the key to - janitor supplies and little else. ]
It's inside. Open it whenever you're ready!
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is
a
hole.
something has bored out the bottom of the closet. a perfectly smooth hole, a tunnel going down, down, down, farther than the eye can quite put together. a faint pink glow emanates from it, even this far up. how bright is it down there? how could it travel this far up?
she is standing behind him, and yet her voice feels stronger from the hole ahead. ]
We can finally meet face-to-face, Koutarou Suga. Isn't that wonderful?
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That's - very exciting. But, um - if humans fall a long way, they usually get hurt?
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He really, really wants to turn around. But she said she wanted to see him, so she's going to see him, and he doesn't dare refuse now.
He takes a deep breath to steady his nerves - it only kind of helps - before jumping in.]
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Shh. I'm here. I'm here.
[ she lowers him, further and further below. the glow grows, and grows, and grows - never too bright to look at, but more overwhelming nonetheless. a minute passes, and then two-
and then finally, deep underground, deeper than the layers of rock or dirt they pass through, the hole ends in a cavern and she sees him face to face.
she is immense. she is beyond immense. a glittering rose diamond, smooth and warm to the touch, extending to the horizon in every direction. she must be miles across. (now, more than ever, might make it clear exactly why they live in an enormous valley. it's a crater of her own making.) she lowers him onto her, the pink tendrils letting go even as they continue to touch and stroke his arms and head. ]
Hello, Koutarou Suga. [ she sounds... happy. so, so happy. ] I finally get to meet you like this.
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He'd had an idea that she must not look like the body she projected, and at times he'd entertained a few thoughts about what she might look like - but he hadn't been prepared for the sheer size of her. She's bigger than any living creature could possibly be, with no need to obey the rules of Earth's biology and physics that prevent animals from growing beyond a certain size.
Hesitantly, he pats the crystal face. It seemed like the thing to do, since she keeps patting him.]
Wow.
[He doesn't really know what to say. Even he knows not to comment on a lady's size... as much as you can call her a lady...]
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You're so cute... You're even cuter in person. [ a tendril of energy pools at her surface, rises up to look inquisitively at him. so that's how they work, is it? ] May I hug you? A real hug, this time.
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You can.
[It's nice that she's asking for permission, even if he still would be too scared to say no.]
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[ a real hug, as it turns out, is a fair bit more invasive than suga might expect. tendrils form and grab at his ankles and wrists - gently, as gently as ever - before lowering him horizontally atop her. it's strange. she might be a rock, but the layer of energy between them makes her feel almost living, almost breathing. warm, soft - realer than her "hands" ever felt in the museum's basement.
she cradles him against her, dozens of tendrils forming and lying atop him. it is bizarre. it is alien. it is, unmistakably, a gesture of love. ]
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You're very pretty.
[He's always liked gemstones. And she's just a really big gemstone, in a way, right? So this is fine. He will make himself fine with this.]
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Do you really think so?
[ humans don't often find things that aren't human pretty. the ones that do are chased away, thrown into cells. she understands that much. she has watched for a very long time, after all. ]
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[He uses 'pretty' like how he would describe jewelry and not how he would think of a person as pretty, but it's something, isn't it? It's something.]
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That's very sweet of you, Koutarou Suga. [ the tendrils constrict, ever so slightly - a gentle squeeze to show her appreciation. ] I think you're very pretty as well, you know. You're so small, and so delicate... and you say such kind things.
[ more tendrils wrap over him, legs and arms and torso. their grip is still gentle - so gentle he could push them off if he desired - but they leave no room for personal space. every square inch of him, every tender spot and erogenous zone... that pink energy rolls gently over it all. ]
The sound of your heart is so soft, but I can hear it above anyone else now. Isn't that wonderful?
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Um, that's - u-um, that feels-
[He is absolutely not equipped to explain how that feels or why she should stop.]
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she knows what sex is, of course. she has lived here for thousands of years; she has been awake for hundreds. she has listened and watched as hundreds of thousands of people were born, grew, writhed and entangled, and died. she even knows the basic principles of it, by this point, a few people who stray just close enough for her senses to pick up fully: touch this, and rub that, and put this inside that hole. she is incapable of reproduction - at least, in a way these tiny humans would ever understand as such. but she is capable of pleasure, receiving it and giving it. ]
Koutarou Suga... [ it's not teasing in her voice. not quite. but it's the gentle condescension of something much larger than him, and it comes close enough anyway. ] Does it feel nice when I do this?
[ gently, with an astonishing precision, she finds each spot that makes him gasp and flinch and whimper. those are the spots that make him feel good, after all. she wants him to feel good. ]
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And - and it does feel good. He shakes in her grasp, soft moans escaping from his lips without his permission. It feels good, even if this wasn't at all what he had in mind. -Not that he had much in mind coming down here besides 'I hope I don't die', but-
Would anyone else touch him like this? Probably not, right?]
I-i-it does feel good. [His skin burns. It probably was a rhetorical question.]
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I'm glad. [ one tendril strokes his cheek. it's the same love as ever - it's only clear now just how all-encompassing that love might be. ] I want you to feel good. I want to make you feel good.
[ another tendril pools, slithers up to his face; it strokes at his lips, marveling at the softness. ]
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He opens his mouth and hesitantly sticks out his tongue. What would one of those tendrils taste like? Would she feel it, would it feel good for her? She's making him feel good, so he has to make her feel good too, right?]
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You're so cute like this, Koutarou Suga... [ a bit of hesitation. she's never said things like this, after all. but it's what humans do, isn't it? so she adds, after a moment: ] ...you look really sexy right now. Did you know that?
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